#g/n reader

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

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Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

[cumtastiics]

desperate yan - lost the request but it was js desperate yan accidentally ate an aphrodisiac // tw * yandere, suggestive content.

mdni!

"you're so cute-" he moaned in your ear. he was desperate, his cock barely in, yet his legs were shaking.

you couldn't do much but roll your eyes at this, seeing how he was closer than usual. "...don't cum already. that's boring," you mumbled. you hardly got to cum with him, but you would at least like if he lasted a bit longer.

"m-my co-worker gave me this candy," he interrupted himself, kissing and sucking your neck, his desperation showing more. "and i think it was an aphrodisiac."

"isn't that more of a reason to keep fucking for longer than usual?" you looked down at him.

he ignored you, whimpering more in your ears, giving you sloppy kisses. "your lips are so soft... i wanna bite them..."

you were gonna be stuck like this for a while, weren't you?

[cheekycheesecake01]

"You Keep Your Eyes on Me"

Tag: @gongyoosgf and @cybrasigilism

Salesman x G/N!Reader

18+ Smut, MDNI

Summary: Just a typical Friday night, playing some games with your favorite Salesman...

⚠️Tags/Warnings: Jump straight into action (no buildup), Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, G/N masturbation, Gunplay, filming, bone gag/gagging, edging, denial, praise, dick tapping, dacryphillia, degradation, pet names (doll, baby, puppy), a hint of petplay??? genital slapping (kept vague for G/N), sex toys/hitachi wand, spreader bar mentioned, handcuffs, mutual masturbation (Salesman is jerking it to the sight of you), mutual orgasm, cumshot, aftercare, the Salesman may be catching feelings🤔

Your eyes lazily gaze into the mirror, that soft red light shining back at you as you bit down on the silicone bone even harder. The cool, metal rings bounded by the leather straps leaving its imprints on your cheek. You shake the bar that parted your ankles, keeping your thighs wide open for him.

He is looming over you, with that typical smug smile of his. He extends the pole with the wand attached to it, before pressing it against your swollen sex. You shake violently, feeling the vibrations build up to your release until---

"Ohhh... not so fast. Patience." The Salesman says, pulling the pole away and massaging your shoulder. You growl through the gag and glare at him through the mirror. He cocks an eyebrow and says, "Slow and steady wins the race. Calm down, doll." That smile creeping into his voice before he sighs and settles between your thighs.

You watch with dilated pupils, the chains linking the leather cuffs rattling when you try to reach out and touch him. He steps back and waves the tip of his handgun as he says softly, "Ah, ah, ahh! No touching."

You let out a whine, making him chuckle before stepping closer once again. The room echoes with the jingle of his belt, before he springs out. His tip glistened in the shade of the pink tint the room provided. His precum dripping onto your stomach. He strokes himself slowly, teasing you with every stiff pump his fist made before lining himself up.... only to lightly slap his cock against your tender skin. You moan, resulting in his laughter slipping out of his lips before he pulls back once again...

When he steps to his spot, behind your back, he places his hands on your shoulders and begins to lightly rub them. You tense up at the sudden feeling of his firm, calloused hands gliding against your hot skin, but he hushes you and whispers in your ear, "Go on, doll, touch yourself. Do it for me to watch. Put on a show that I can watch now.... and forever..."

You both shift your gaze to the recorder that was propped onto a stand, facing the mirror. The piercing red light blinked and blended in with the lights that dangled from the ceiling. You knew he was recording, you both agreed to do so. But still... to think he'd be watching this later...

You look up at him, feeling a little self-conscious. The reality of your fantasy was finally settling in... you are being filmed for his pleasure, all while he plans to watch you perform. It seems as though he caught on, and he massages your shoulders more while he speaks softly, "Baby, it's just us. No one will see the video except me, and yourself, if you want to watch. If you want it to stop, then you can shake your handcuffs 3 times, and I'll stop everything. The recording, the scene, everything. Alright? This is just a game. But you always have the option to pause or quit."

You nod, feeling relieved by his reassurance of the safe signal you two settled upon prior to the scene. You go to reach for the wand, when the Salesman pulls it away and says, "I have a different idea for this round. Something challenging, but fun nonetheless. How about, you use your fingers to touch yourself, and you use my gun to get off?"

His hands graze your shoulder, before trailing down your arms only to stop at your nipples. He rubs the buds in circular motions before saying, "And don't worry about a thing. It's completely unloaded." He then takes out the revolver and spins the barrels in front of your eyes.

"See?" He asks, and sure enough, the barrel was completely empty. He circulates his rough fingers around your areola and flicks your nipples, feeling them firm up as an airy moan slips out from his lips. He presses up against your shoulder, his cock becoming more apparent in your face. He tears a package from his pocket and rolls on the rubber onto the gun. He grins and says playfully, "A condom on a gun. That's definitely something new! Huh?"

He hands you his gun, and waits patiently, the smile still plastered on his face. You hold the weapon, feeling it's cold hard weight against the palm of your hand that juxtaposed the warm, soft, slippery rubber that had been applied onto it. Carefully, you guided the gun between your thighs, brushing against your skin while the handle caused your handcuffs to clatter and jingle against each other. You fumbles with it, steel slapping steel, yet your skin wasn't slapping against his.

The Salesman sees this, and smiles. His fist slowly stroking himself at the sight of you struggling to simply insert the gun. He chuckles, and moans in satisfaction at your issue. He looks at you through the reflective glass and says, "Are you struggling, doll? Can't even do something as simple as this?" He grabs the gun from you and continues, "It's okay, I was expecting that. Allow me to do all of the work. You just sit there and look pretty."

You watch with wide eyes as he drags the cool steel against your skin. Your thighs flinch, but his hand pins one down, forcing you open. The veins on his hand pulse when he grips your thigh, slathering his precum on your skin. The Salesman bends over to whisper in your ear, "Very good. You're doing so well for me. Now, keep those legs open." With that, he carefully slips the tip of the weapon into your sex. You feel the cold rubber contrasting your heat, making your hole clutch around the gun.

He sees this through the mirror how your hole pulses from the adrenaline of the revolver. You leak with arousal and the sight of it alone made him want to finish right then and there. But this man had a disturbing amount of patience. He harshly slaps his rough palm against your sensitive spot, which caused you to yelp like a puppy through the bone gag. He laughs at your position and says, "Poor puppy, so sensitive and all I did was put it in. Keep biting that bone. It's the only way you'll ever learn to be quiet."

His words sent a rush of pleasure down your body, and when you were close, his warm demeanor drops immediately. He slaps your parts again, harder this time. He clutches your jaw and hisses out, "Did I say you could cum? Hm? No. I didn't. If you cum without my permission, you will be disqualified. If you're disqualified.... then..."

You mutter against the silicone bone that stayed propped in your mouth. The Salesman chuckles and leans his ear against your lips, his disheveled black hair tickling your nose as he says, "Sorry? Come again? I can't quite hear you."

You mutter again, making him fight back the urge to laugh at you. He grabs the tight leather straps and unbuckles the gag. He pulls the black bone away, drawing a string of saliva from your mouth while the rest poured out onto you.

You stretch your mouth, trying to relieve yourself from the discomfort of being contorted for so long when the Salesman tsks in a mocking fashion, "Look at what you've done! You poked a hole in my property!" He shows you the pierced gag, before petting your head and saying, "But it's okay. You'll pay for damages, right? We can work out your debt."

You frantically nod, tears welling up in your eyes from his smacking. He presses his cheek against yours and licks the salty trail down your face before he whispers, "Good puppy. I know you'll take accountability for your actions. I did train you, after all. Now then, what was that you were trying to tell me? What will happen if you are disqualified?"

Your predicament alone could bring you to tears. Spread open for some Salesman you met off the street in front of a mirror, deprived from pleasure, and yet still craving more of his games.

You choke back a sob from the sensual humiliation so you could speak, "If... I'm disqualified, I can't cum for 2 months." The Salesman beams at your response and replies in a condescending tone, "Correct! Such a smart puppy! What if you complain about your punishment?"

You sniffle and continue, "If I complain.... you double the punishment....4 months." He nods and extends the pole with the hitachi wand. He presses the vibrator against the swollen skin between your thighs before pushing the tip of the gun deeper into you. He pats your head and rests the pile onto your shoulder. A few hums muffled between his lips and then he speaks, "As I said before, you will touch yourself in front of this mirror for me to watch. You will not cum until I say so. I will set a timer, you have 30 minutes. With every whine, beg, or cry, I will add an additional 10 minutes, and if you moan... an extra 20 minutes will be added. Good luck doll, you will certainly need it."

You look at yourself, legs parted and reflected by the glass. You were glistening with sweat and the lubricant from the condom ran down your thighs. You press the wand against yourself, feeling the vibrations build up to pure pleasure only for you to push your cuffed wrists under the top and lift up the pole, stopping yourself from going over the edge. The Salesman spectates, jerking off and staring at you with a lustful gaze. His precum dripping and running down your shoulder while you fucked yourself in front of the mirror. You looked at the camera, which had been recording all along.

You avert your eyes, humiliated and flustered by your predicament. It was then that the Salesman holds your chin and turns it to the mirror while he said, "You keep your eyes on me."

It felt likes ages... but it's only been 2 minutes. Just 28 minutes to go.

When the time passed, and you were down to 2 minutes, the Salesman slaps his cock against your cheek as he says, "Look at you, baby. You're a natural. How about this, since you've been so good for me, I'll countdown. I'll count down from 10 to 0. When I get to 0, you can cum. The punishments for failing this are the same as the ones we spoke of. Now... 10... 9..."

The Salesman counts down, massaging your inner thigh and encouraging you, "Good, good. You're holding out just the way I taught you. Deep breath, in and out...yes... good job. 8...7....6....5...."

You try to steady your breathing, waiting for his permission. You briefly contract against the gun, throbbing as the vibrator sends waves of pleasure to your core. Your breaths stutter, but the Salesman slaps your inner thigh and pinches your nipple while he scolds, "Quit it, bitch! Not until I say so!" He lets out a breath, pumping himself and whispering in your ear, "There we go... slow and steady. Breathe.... 4...3...2....1...hold it...." The salesman keeps you on edge for 10 extra seconds, a few extra seconds of extrauciating pleasure, and then finally he says...

"0... congratulations, you have reached the end. Go on... you have my permission."

The gratifying euphoria of his calm but firm confirmation brought the throbbing hot sensation of you coming undone right before his very eyes. Your body ripples with pleasure as the room's pink hue highlighted the way your face contorted and relaxed from the high the Salesman had blessed you with. You could hear him let out a deep moan. That was when you felt your chest become covered in his cum. Thick ropes of his climax painted your skin and glistened from the room's atmosphere. You were both heaving, trying to calm down from the aftershocks of what had happened.

The Salesman unlocks the handcuffs that bounded you to the pole and the spreader bar. He rubs your limbs and kisses you on the head. He whispers, "You did such an amazing job, puppy. You're so good to me. I don't know what I did to get someone as sweet as you. Now then, let's play a new game. A bath game, this time. You wash me, and I'll wash you. Whoever finishes washing their partner first...hm... they can get a treat. How about it?"

You nod, giving him a shy smile while he wiped your tears. He is well aware of the intensity of this scene. Especially with the gunplay, you never did that before. While he doesn't know what you two are exactly, he does know that he, much to his surprise, gets concerned for you. He doesn't know why, but he seems to enjoy looking out for you.

He stretches your body, rubbing away the aches that remained from your games. He then wraps his arm around your shoulder, and carefully takes you to the bathroom.

In a quiet room, the hot water splashes while your chest presses against his. Despite the grey area in the relationship, you had to admit, it is pretty intimate. Even he thought the same. He is so used to having an empty house, and this aftercare after every session was causing something to change within him...

Whatever the case may be, the Salesman holds you close and speaks softly,

"You know... I could get used to this..."

[gayshark-writes]

Incorrect obey me quotes #3

Lucifer: has anyone seen mc?? I haven’t seen them for 2hours

Mc: *opens random closet door and pokes their head out* you rang?

Satan: why are you in a closet?

Mc: sometimes when I get annoyed I go into random places where I can’t be found

Mammon: YOU WERE IN A CLOSET FOR 2 HOURS?!?!

[twstedreamweaver]

Showering HCs with the Twisted Wonderland Boys

What it's like to shower with the guys ~

Characters Featured: Heartslabyul (Riddle, Trey, Deuce), Savanaclaw (Ruggie, Jack), Octavinelle (Floyd, Azul), Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia (Sebek, Silver) Missing some of the guys because I just couldn't come up with anything CW: g/n reader, fluff, SFW but some minor suggestive content, some crack, established romantic relationship with reader

The More-or-Less 'Normal' Showerers

Has a strict routine in the shower but likes showering alongside you. They'll be quiet, just enjoying your presence. You'll notice how much they seem to relax, and the water just completely washes their worries and stress away. They insist on washing themselves, unless you really beg, which they will finally relent (they greatly enjoy this, they just prioritize being of service to you). Showering with you is one of their favorite parts of the day. Very susceptible to teasing. Water is on the warmer side.

Riddle, Jamil

Sets the water to your preferred temperature. Your shower routine together is pretty run-of-the-mill, but sweet, nonetheless. He is particularly fond of talking to you in the shower as you both get ready for the day. He cherishes these little intimate conversations you have as you go about your separate routines. Always happy to wash you if you ask or look like you need help. While he does enjoy showering with you, he doesn't mind showering alone.

Silver does occasionally fall asleep mid-shower, so do be prepared to catch him.

Trey, Silver

Greatly enjoys showering with you. He especially loves washing your hair and body. Enjoys it immensely when you wash him. He will get soap in your eyes (unintentionally and to his great dismay) and will have to be taught how to properly wash your hair, etc., but he is a willing learner and very enthusiastic. Prefers his showers on the hot side.

For Kalim, he takes very long showers classic rich kid behavior. I also feel like he has servants do a lot of things for him, so he might not even know how to do skincare/haircare, etc.

For Epel and Deuce, they take shorter showers due to his upbringing.

Kalim, Epel, Deuce

Mostly showers alone but will agree to shower with you if you ask him very nicely. Whenever you shower at anything that's NOT a lukewarm temperature, he will Insist that the water is actively harming your hair and skin and forcefully change the temperature on you. Has a strict routine that you are not to disrupt. Always enthusiastically helps you with your haircare and skincare.

"Did you wish to boil to death in this shower!?"

Vil

Will steal use your hair products. He also shampoos and conditions his ears and tail. If you ask to wash them for him, he will begrudgingly allow you to, but only in exchange for something. This whole "Fine. If it'll getcha to stop botherin' me-" is entirely a show on his end though, he loves having his ears touched. The tsundere in him will admit it with enough teasing. Accustomed to short showers as force of habit but will abuse the hell out of free hot water whenever he gets the chance.

Ruggie

He takes showers very differently when alone versus when showering with you. Normally, his showers are cold and efficient, wasting no time in getting on with his day.

However, with you, he likes to take his time. He places great importance on the acts of washing you and you washing him. He gets really happy when you wash tail and ears and will gruffly admit that he enjoys it while his tail is fervently wagging (to his chagrin). Social grooming between partners is an important ritual for wolves and Jack is no different.

He will subconsciously lick or gently nibble you sometimes, and when he notices, he'll get very embarrassed and apologize. If you reciprocate, he will be ecstatic.

Jack

The Nervous Wrecks

Finds showering with you (at first) mortifying. Eventually, once he understands that you are not judging him, he will enjoy the intimacy immensely.

He is very self-conscious of his body, so you'll need to seriously support and assure him that he's attractive, as he'll feel very vulnerable and will take a while to gain the confidence to shower 'normally'. Also, doesn't really know how to wash another person, so you'll have to show him. Before getting more used to showering with another person, he'll get embarrassed by any physical contact and tries to avoid looking at you entirely (he fails at this every time).

In Azul's case, he'll stay in human form for ease. Uses expensive hair products but knows very little about haircare due to never needing it in the Coral Sea (he's canonically a big cologne enjoyer, so he probably prioritizes scent).

For Idia, his hair is waterproof and doesn't need to be washed in the standard sense (source: just trust me bro). His hair can be brushed, but brushing doesn't do much and it never tangles anyway. Contrary to popular opinion, doesn't bring his phone in the shower (unless he's grinding out daily's and is running out of time); he's too busy trying to NOT focus on you. Also, you will have to remind him to take a shower, as he routinely forgets to take care of himself.

Azul, Idia

Would accidentally set the water too hot, burning you, resulting in him freaking out, apologizing, and punching the showerhead. Tries to rescue you and will carry you out of the shower like you're dying. You will have to repeatedly reassure him that you're fine. After getting that first experience out of the way, will insist on helping you every time you look like you're struggling (which is rarely, he is totally making this up as an excuse to wash your hair).

"Human! Your feeble arms cannot reach your back! I will wash it for you! No, this is NOT because I want to!"

Sebek

Very similar to Epel and Kalim, but more nervous and easily embarrassed. Very enthusiastic to help you in the shower, but also totally clueless. Knows very little about feminine hygiene or products, so keep that in mind if you use those. But he's eager to learn about your haircare or skincare routines and help you! He will look up WikiHow tutorials.

Easily flustered if you tease him or say something positive about his body. Will flex (in)discreetly and try to not sneakily at all get you to compliment him. He's not egocentric, he just likes being appreciated and little comments make his whole day.

Deuce

The Weirdos (affectionate)

Doesn't like showers, but will happily take baths with you, although he'll likely get bored fast. He will want to bathe in his eel form, which can be problematic in a small (or even large) bathtub. Also, he likes really cold, like arctic-level water. If you complain, he will just squeeze you and say that he can warm you up. Definitely the type to get handsy and also will probably try to drag you into the ocean to swim with him when he gets antsy.

He loves when you wash him. He finds it endearing, his Shrimpy acting like a little cleaner shrimp.

Like Azul, doesn't know much about haircare or skincare and doesn't really care either. He uses 5-in-1 a decent shampoo and conditioner actually. What can I say, he's an enigma (it's probably Jade's doing).

Floyd

Adores showering with you, but unlike the others, he doesn't enjoy showering for the conversations or the act of washing you, although he does enjoy the latter - no, he just relishes in the simple act of 'observing' staring at you.

You will get used to it after a while, but at first, it's a bit weird to watch him so intently observing you engaging in mundane activities like rinsing your hair.

If you say something or shoot him a strange look, he'll say something equal parts creepy and romantic.

Also, heavily emphasizes the importance of proper haircare and will make sure you use good products.

"Hmm? You want me to look away, mon cheri? No? You simply wish to know why? Ha ha! Would you scorn a blind man for accepting the gift of sight? No? Then you understand that asking me to avert my gaze from your ethereal beauté is akin to supplice!" who does this guy think he is

Rook

I will finish the hcs with all the guys when my brain decides to work.

[jessamine-rose]

⊹ ⊱꒰ Morning After ꒱⊰ ⊹

Guess who has more silly ideas of the Fatui as the no#1 fanclub of Capitano and his spouse~

This can be read as standalone OR connected to my Herbarium series. Special thanks to @diodellet and @limeiyuan for reading this brainrot when it was still a bunch of DMs <3

Note:: implied smut, title is self-explanatory

Every time the Captain comes home from a mission, he tells the servants to prepare breakfast in bed for him and his spouse.

By now, the servants are used to this routine. Given the length of his missions, it makes sense that Capitano would want to rest. Or perhaps this small luxury is for his spouse, who clearly misses him.

The honor goes to the person tasked with bringing the meal to their bedroom. It is, after all, a blessed opportunity to be the first servant to greet the Captain in the morning!! That is what a maid thinks as she walks down the hallway, wheeling a cart of breakfast delicacies.

She knocks on the door to their bedroom. A few seconds pass in silence, leaving her to wonder whether the room is soundproof or if the couple didn’t hear—

The Captain opens the door.

The maid bows and greets him.

The first thing she notices is his mask. Disappointing but not surprising—even in the comfort of his manor, Capitano’s visage remains a mystery. Though the position of his hand suggests that he’d just put it on. As for his sleepwear…

Her eyes widen.

The Captain is wearing a simple robe, so unlike his fine armor and coats. But that isn’t what catches her attention.

Rather, it is a sliver of exposed skin. Never mind the scars and abyssal rot—are those love bites on his neck?

Capitano’s greeting snaps her back into reality. She gestures to the breakfast cart, and he insists on being the one to bring it inside. As he speaks, the maid glances at the gap between his body and the door.

The breath is knocked out of her lungs.

A glimpse of his spouse, deep in slumber. Their hand reaches for Capitano’s side of the bed, seeking out his warmth. As they roll over to the empty space, the blanket falls off their bare shoulders to reveal similar marks of affection—

The Captain adjusts the door, obscuring her view of his spouse.

He noticed, didn’t he?

Before the maid can stutter an apology, he dismisses her in a firm tone. Face flushed, she bows and scurries back to the kitchen.

Before she has crossed the doorway, she is already surrounded by curious coworkers. And when they ask what she saw…

“The laundresses will be quite busy later,” she mumbles, and the kitchen descends into excited squeals.

♡

Y’all can bet that the servants had an all-out brawl over who got to serve breakfast xD

Tag a Capitano enjoyer!! @leftdestiny-posts @harmonysanreads @naraven @pranabefall @jymwahuwu @stickyspeckledlight @teabutmakeitazure

[eechidreams]

madeliene cookie x g/n reader

request asked by friend but decided to post it here too~

cw: , nsfw (obviously),cursing, manhandling (in a sexy way ofc)

Pounding and faint screams is what civilians nearby, coming from sir madelienes house. Of course some were confused and others knew what was going on since they scurryed away quickly as they can from the site.

But who was he doing with?

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKK!!!" You moaned out sobbing, his cock slamming deep into you. The bed literally creaks with each slam into your bruised but wet hole, poor you.. But madeleine didn't care. he fucks you like a dog and acts like this is the last time he'll ever fuck you, he holds you close and mumbles into your shoulder "Mine.. mine.. all mine.." as you screamed, He knew people could hear but who cares? He doesn't.

He picks up the pace and manhandles you, changing the pace. hes holding you by the waist while slamming your body onto his wet long cock. You immediately start to scream moaning, as if you werent doing enough screaming. "MORE!!!! I NEED MORE!!!!" You yell, Obviously since madeliene is a freak he quickens up. Madeleine is- well now was more of a wait till marriage guy, but when hes with you? He couldn't resist. You were too fucking hot for your own good. But this doesn't count right? Just two people enjoying intercourse.... right...

He shakes those thoughts away on how hes putting the Madeleine family to shame and continues to rawdog you, Alone in his house, while you sob and cry. "I love you, i love you i love you i love you!!" He repeats like a broken record as hes about to cum, He picks up the pace like a dog trying to catch a ball "Shhhitt im about to --" Before he could finish his sentence, he released allover inside your hole, You immediately collapse on his bed face front gasping for air as madeleine slowly lighten his grip from your now bruised waist. What they don't know wont hurt them..

this is my first time writing smut for crk characters, sorry if it sucks and is kind of bland but this is what my friend asked for , and i hope u enjoyed it too xd

[cxlsti]

You had woken up due to the sunrise shining on you from the gap in your curtains. It was bright but still too early to wake up.

You tried to detangle yourself from Izuku's arms but forgot that you guys were still connected from your little session last night. You slowly lifted yourself off shuddering from the sudden feeling of emptiness.

You were just about to leave when you felt a scarred hand grab your waist making you let a "ah" surprised. "Where are you going." He mumbled voice hoarse you looked back at him his eyes closed.

"To the bathroom. I'll be quick I promise." You comprised moving his hand gently away. Standing up you quickly did your business shivering slightly from the cold morning air in the house.

Climbing in bed izuku quickly reattached himself to you his huge body frame swallowed yours making him a giant teddy bear.

Making it easy to fall back asleep.

[sweetiesaccharine]

Human!Alastor x Spouse!Reader

Just to be clear, this is my first time writing Alastor so he might be very OOC💔 also English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammatical errors during this… happy reading! <3

Content: Smut, Reader is Afab but gender neutral, vaginal sex, biting, Kitchen sex, implied aftercare, Needy Alastor, might be OOC(?)

❗️MDNI❗️

You were home washing the dishes you previously used. Waiting patiently for your husband to finally come home from his work at the radio station.

As you were finishing it up you don’t notice the door unlocking, nor the hands that somehow slithered their way around your waist.

“Ah-!” You let out a gasp, “Alastor! I didn’t even hear you come in..” you say, a bit flustered by his sudden display of affection.

“I’m sorry, Dear.. I hope I didn’t frighten you.” He answers you, rubbing circles on your waist as an apology.

A giggle can be heard from you as blush starts to dust your cheeks from his simple display of physical affection,

“Hehe.. not at all, honey. Just a bit surprised you didn’t call out first or anything. How was work today?”

“Mmh.. it was alright, nothing out of the ordinary.” Alastor plainly responds as he moves one of his hands down the front of your body..

“Well I’m-“ you accidentally cut yourself off with a gasp as you feel his hand slither under your garments and down to your bundle of nerves.

“Alastor..? What are you d-.. doing?” You try to ask him as his fingers rub soft circles on your clothed clit. Your hand start to shake as you hold onto the cleaned plate you previously were washing.

You quickly put the plate down and your hands grip tightly on the counter in-front of you.

You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.. and suddenly you feel him grinding against your ass, His other hand is tightly gripping your hip. He dips a finger inside your wet hole, his thumb rubbing circles on your sensitive bud.

You can’t help but throw your head back against his shoulder as your legs start to tremble..

“A-… Alastor..” you manage to say his name, even though it’s very quiet due to your moans and whimpers suppressing your ability to create coherent words.

Alastor groans as you moan out his name and starts kissing your neck. He graces his teeth against the sensitive flesh before biting down harshly, making you yelp. He traces his tongue on the new bite mark on your neck.

Your legs almost give out on themselves but before you can even hit the floor Alastor’s hands quickly grab you and pull you up, placing you on the kitchen counter.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him as his hands make quick work of your bottoms, pulling them down and throwing them to the side to later clean up.

He sloppily unbuttons his pants just wanting so badly to feel your warm gummy walls around him. With a bit of work he manages to free his member from his pants and underwear before lining himself up with your entrance.

He looks into your eyes.. he looks so needy today.. his hair messy and face flushed.. just the sight of him alone is enough to make your cunt clench around nothing, Eagerly waiting for him to fill you up.

“Is.. this alright, my love?” He asks as he lovingly gazed into your eyes. His eyes filled with desire and admiration.

“Yeah…” you softly respond, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt to plant a heated kiss on his lips. He grabs your sides and slowly but surely pushes himself inside of your hole, Alastor let’s out a moan at the feeling of your gummy walls around his cock.

Your nails dig into the back of his white button up shirt as he starts thrusting into you in a slow pace to get you both used to the feeling.

When your husband starts speeding up his movement, you simply can’t help but grab his chin and kiss him. The feeling of his cock sliding out of your hole before he thrusts it back inside has your toes curling.

“You feel amazing, Mon amour… I’ve missed you so much..” Alastor softly whispers into your ear as his thrusts start getting sloppy, indicating that his climax is close..

You move one of your hands from a the vice grip on your husband’s shirt down to your tiny bud and you rub harsh circles on it, trying to get yourself close to your peak aswell.

A particularly harsh thrust manages to make the building knot in your stomach snap. Your orgasm quickly washing over you and Alastor following you right after, cumming deep inside of you, painting your inner walls white with his seed.

Both of your breathing is heavy as Alastor eventually pulls out after you both bask in the afterglow of your respectable orgasms.

Alastor moves one of his hands and grabs yours. Bringing the back of it up to his lips and kissing the pretty ring sitting on your finger.

“I love you, Alastor..”

“I love you too, Mon ange.. now, let’s get cleaned up..~”

Alastor purrs as he picks you up bridal style and begins to walk to your bathroom.. the dishes beside the kitchen counter now long forgotten.

[cookie-crumblr]

Red Lily Down

GN! Reader x Bunny Hybrid Harem

Part 1~

Introductions

Their Info: 💐🐰✨

Part: 1 2

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, GN! Reader, No pronouns used for reader, no genitalia descriptions mentioned for reader, bunny hybrid reader/mostly all of the harem is an animal hybrid of some kind, NSFW: sexual themes all throughout, every named character wants you, non con touching, smut, no sex yet! nipple touching

Disclaimer: This harem’s theme is based off of a mix of Roots of Pacha and Watership Down. Not intended to represent any real or specific person/time/place/ or culture!

“Wakey, wakey sleepyhead!” You fling open the thick curtains to Azure’s room.

He was already awake, but he’s got a fierce mix of laziness, and craving you as a daily wake up call. So he was well prepared to stay cooped up for a while. “You’re the sleepyhead, been waitin’ all mornin’ for you,” He pats the cushy bedding beside him, inviting you to join.

You gleefully hop over. As you begin your decent, his arms fully envelope you, and pull you into his body. You snuggle against him as he inhales the top of your head deeply. “You shouldn’t crawl into everyone’s beds, Y/n… Especially a guy’s, like mine…” He pauses, before he scowls, “Or Lore’s. Stay away from her’s too.”

Your heart thumps at the connotations to his words, and the proximity to his hot body that you’re far more aware of now. The way his body contours to you perfectly…

“But… You’re my friends!” You try and keep the fact that your burning up now hidden. Try as you might, it doesn’t stop the fact that you both can hear the sound of each others blood pumping faster, and harder.

“Don’t pretend your heart didn’t just jump,” he nuzzles into your head further, “and your so warm…” His hand finds your chest through your top and squeezes softly.

You jump out of his bed at once, “I’m gonna be late for my checkup with Llyr!” An excuse, sure. But true nonetheless.

“Tell ‘em i’ll kill him if he touches you.” He growls as he rolls over in a huff.

“He has to touch me!” Your face warms, “He’s the healer, Azure.” You roll your eyes at his back.

Azure grumbles and sinks further into the pillows and hay, “I’ll still kill ‘em…”

On your walk through the warren you feel uneasy… Something is definitely watching you.

“Oooooh Llyr! I’m here~!” You enter the vine covered healer’s hut with a mighty flourish, ready to get your business out of the way.

“Perfect! Welcome, Y/N! please, have a seat here,” His back is turned as he speaks. You can hear the sound of him using a mortar and pestle to grind something into a mushy, grainy substance. The sound persists through several long moments, a growing nervousness is able to sink in…

It’s just a check up! You breathe in.

“There… Now, Y/N, i need you to eat this.” He addresses you.

“What is it?” you inspect the bowl, it’s just a mushy, herby ball.

“You don’t want it?” His smile remains even.

“I guess I do…” Unaware of his special ingredient, you gulp it down… You trust the warren healer.

It tastes like roots and spice.

You don’t feel any different.

“Good. Now, take off your shirt”

“Oh… Okay….” Whether you’re used to having it off or not, you still feel embarrassed to do it for him. You cover yourself with your arms until he pulls them away.

“There, good job,” he coos gently. Your cheeks feel warmer.

He leans his head against your now bare chest, fuzzy blonde ear resting all the way up over your shoulder. “I need to hear your heartbeat clearly,” He reaches up your torso.

“O-kayyy—EEP!” As you’re speaking he tweaks your nipple.

“Good~” he coos, “Good response,”

He’s rolling your nipple now.

“Mm… I-Is th-this—necessary?” You question.

“Heyyy, Y/n~!” The warren’s playboy, and your ex, enters through the beaded curtain with a certain undeniable swagger.

The healer puts his arms up in surrender, “Mateo,” though his eyes crinkle into a smile, he’s anything but innocent.

“Been sent by chief to come get them” A sly smirk spreads across Mateo’s face as he helps you back into your clothes.

He rakes his fingers up your arm, leaving goosebumps behind. His hand trails the edge of your ear, and he leans over top of you to blow a little puff of air into it. Your insides heat up, and you cover your face shylly.

“I-uh… Gotta forage with Aster soon anyway! sorry Llyr” You follow him out.

After you’ve both gotten outside and away from curious glances, he pins you to the closest earthen hut. His hand finds your ear to play with yet again, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you…”

“How many people have you said that to?” You roll your eyes.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. I should have never cheated on you…”

“We were together for like one summer when we were like seventeen cycles old.” While you speak you brush away his roaming hands.

He grabs you by the hips, and pushes you harder against the wall. His passion and frustration mixing for you specially. “I never stop thinking of you. Truly. It’s not even sexual all the time!” You feel his breath against your lips, and turn away.

“Wow that’s such an accomplishment for you. I’m soo honored.” You say, sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venom. “I’ll go find the chief myself.”

When you walk away, he’s left there somehow looking more hot than when he came to get you. Disheveled, hot and bothered… Craving you.

On your way, you continue to feel watched…

You open the woven bramble door to Chief Winter’s carved stone hut.

“Ah there you are, little one, have you come to a decision?” Winter is sitting, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back. His one green orb takes in all of you. Your own eyes wander across every deeply carved muscle on his body, stopping in wonder at every beautifully thick and jagged scar.

You notice him smile, pleased that youre enjoying his glorious visage. He uncrosses his legs and his loincloth is tented by something absolutely massive. Your mouth is suddenly very dry. “Yes sir… I mean no sir! I mean—! I don’t know yet… Sir!” You blather.

He asked you a moon cycle ago if you wanted to be his mate.

He laughs heartily, “Do not fret, little one, I find you most endearing.” His smile is warm and inviting, a stark contrast to such a hardened looking man. “But, I’m sure you have duties to attend to. You are dismissed. Do visit whenever though,”

“Y/n! Hey!” Lore pops out from nowhere and makes you jump.

“Lore! Gods, you scared me!” Hand over heart, you try to speak without gasping.

“Hehe! Sorry!” She shifts her attention to the chief, “See ya Winter!”

He smiles and gives you a nod as you’re dragged out by the bard.

Something is still watching you. You can sense it every time you’re no longer sheltered by the indoors.

She clings to your arm as you both walk through the crabgrass and clovers between huts. “When’s our next slumber party?” She puts her bottom lip out and gives you her best puppy dog eyes. She’s adorable.

“I donno, Azure said I shouldn’t be getting into everyone’s beds anymore…”

Her grip tightens painfully, “and… Where were you when he said that?”

“in…”

“His bed. Hm.” Lore pulls a jagged flint knife out of her belt. “Be right back, Y/n~”

you grab her arm, “Wait! could you please stop threatening eachother?”

“But!!! UHG! he needs to die.” She folds her arms, and tilts her head up defiantly, her back is turned to you.

You lean over her shoulder to get direct access to her ear. “No he does not, Lore. I’d never forgive you,”

“F-fine.” Steeling herself with a deep breath, she re-sheathes the knife. “You owe me though…”

“What do you want?” You ask.

“A sleepover! Duh!” She touches your chest, “And…” Her lips crash softly against yours, the scent of sweet herbs carries on her. “That.” She pulls back to look into your eyes before she saunters away happily.

You notice the position of the sun and almost shriek! Aster is so gonna rub it in your face if he forages more than you.

You hurry home to grab your favorite basket and head to the forest to join Aster. On your way, you feel that you’re being hunted.

“Hey Y/n~ Wanna make it a game day?” Aster’s basket is already a quarter full of little fruits and mushrooms, so he’s going to win, but…

“Sure, why not” You giggle.

“Usual rules, loser has to do whatever the winner says…” You don’t quite notice the devilish sparkle to his smile, so you naturally agree. Gotta have fun while you do your duties!

Your basket fills fast enough, you still lose, though it’s not like you didn’t see it coming.

Once you’ve both turned in your efforts of the day, Aster finds you at the banquet. You were putting your bowl away after cleaning it, when his arms snake around you.

“Loser…” He taunts.

“Hah! Aster, no need to be a sore winn—” His hand travels down to your bottoms. “er…”

“Shh. Do whatever I say, remember?” Fingertips find your skin now, brushing barely over it. “stand still.”

Shaking legs and all, you obey to your best ability.

He finds a sweet spot, eliciting a small gasp, and he stays there. Your brows knit, and you close your eyes. he pushes down harder, but still gently.

“Next time, I’m gonna take you.” His breath tickles your neck as he whispers.

You shiver, eyes wide.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | you’re almost a victim..

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2006), Black Christmas, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content

♡ note; i wasn’t sure how to word the title/concept of this one?? but essentially you’re almost a victim, but you’re a little to okay with it/something they do and it throws them off?? idk just read ‘em

also only 3 little meow meows in this one, i wrote most of this on break at work uwu

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Micheal Myers

> he’s been stalking you for months

> in his mind you’re the perfect victim

> clueless to his presence, adorable and vulnerable

> he’s drawing it out as long as he can

> but he’s practically twitching the night you come out onto your porch in your tight pajama shorts, relaxing with some tea

> he’s got you pinned to the wall before you can even scream

> he wants to savor this, so he keeps his knife tucked away and has a massive hand around your throat

> he doesn’t miss your breath catching

> and he takes a moment to watch your chest heaving, your cheeks all flushed

> but he’s not that easily impressed. could be the lighting. maybe you’re quick to panic.

> “…you’ve been watching me.”

> you knew?

> you knew, and you still played his game

> interesting. very interesting.

Thomas Hewitt

> Tommy boy is already giving you special treatment

> something is different about you

> he’s not sure what, you’re pretty, but he kills plenty of pretty people

> maybe something about the way you look up at him through your lashes?

> and you’re terrified now, but you weren’t scared of the initial sight of him..

> he doesn’t put you on a meat hook, instead rigging you somewhat kindly, your hands chained above your head but your bound feet on the ground

> whatever he decides on, he knows that you’re special. you deserve to be honored.

> he takes extra care in examining you, feeling you shiver as he grazes your exposed stomach - a side affect of your position, but a welcome sight

> he roughly grabs your face and pushes it left and right, pausing to rub your cheek with his thumb

> you would be a pretty face to wear

> he shoves two fingers into your mouth as he’s mentally measuring

> and he practically startles at the noise you make

> he’s never heard a sound like come from a victim- especially not his victims

> when he pushes a bit and you whimper around his fingers it confirms his suspicions. you’d given a choked moan at the initial intrusion

> he stares down at you, breathing heavily through his mask

> oh you were very special

Billy Lenz

> you were renting a spare room in the sorority house

> while you were good friends with the girls, you valued your alone time

> you quickly became Billy’s favorite to watch, mostly because you were always home

> when he calls he always tries to time it so you pick up

> but usually the girls downstairs still answer- you’re never expecting calls so why bother?

> this evening however, he’s lucky- there’s an on campus event and you’re home completely alone

> you answer on the second ring and he’s delighted, immediately babbling profanities and filthy threats

> “gonna fuck that pretty piggy c—“

> to his surprise you giggle at him

> not a nervous sound, but genuine giggling

> before he can snap, or really even process you laughing at him, you stop him

> “yknow if you want phone sex, you can just ask nicely mister”

> he hangs up in a panic

> that was certainly the last thing he expected

> but now he’s beyond fixated on you

> he barely sleeps just to peep through your wall

> and it’s just about time he paid you a real visit

[cumtastiics]

Just found your blog & I'm in love with your writing 😍 If requests are open, may you please write about a yan!ceo & a worker y/n?

YAN!CEO x G/N WORKER

this is so sweet 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼 i saw this and was kicking my feet in the air twirling my hair

this is also my like softest yandere oc so far HELP

tw: yandere, stalking, obsessive behavior

"This one is probably the top employee of the month," his secretary told him, pointing to a picture of you on the papers he had spread across his desk. "They just came back from a break, so maybe they motivated themself to do better."

"(Y/N) (L/N)," he read your name, looking at your information. "I've never seen them before,"

"They're in the marketing team, you never paid much attention to the people in the team other than the leader, sir."

"Well, it's about time I get to know the top performers in my company, don't you think?"

His secretary nodded, "Absolutely, sir. (Y/N) has been consistently delivering exceptional results in marketing campaigns. The team has praised their creativity and dedication."

he's so sweet to you!! but it scared you since you weren't used to the ceo exactly paying any attention to you :(

he sometimes sees you working for long hours, coming to you to tell you, you can leave now, but feels his heart almost jump out when you say it's okay, you can work for a bit longer.

at times you thought he hated you, maybe he was trying to tease you? or what if he was out to get you? you tried to steer away from him, but it made him almost cry.

he probably tried following you home, but was so shocked to see your living conditions! (you lived in a normal home, he was just too rich) all of a sudden your bills are paid! by who? your landlady says it was by a young gentleman, he was very handsome, according to her.

gets you your favorite drink (he overheard about him from some other employees) almost every day! but he can't deliver it directly to you, since he can't let his own employees know he has favorites.

[hawkinshorror94]

Can I request headcanons for Wyll, Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor reacting to gn s/o telling about their suicidal thoughts please?

I left out Harleep because I didn't feel like I could do him justice. That being said, I hope you enjoy this! Also anyone reading this just know that my inbox is always open if you're having these feelings yourself. I felt myself reflected in some of these situations and that's why this request touched me so much.

TW: Suicide Ideations

You were going through the motions again, eat, sleep, fight, repeat. What would it be like to just end it all? Take a vial of Wyvern poison with your evening wine and just go to sleep? Or the Rosymorn Monastery cliffs would be a beautiful place for your bones to lie forever because you flung your body off one of the high cliffs there. Or die a hero’s death at the end of a silver sword and people would just say you were reckless, not that you minded to feel the sword pierce your heart. Because in those last stinging moments before death at least you would feel something other than mind numbing sadness. 

Wyll

“I saw you down here by the lake and I thought I would join you.” Wyll says as he sits down beside you, elbows barely brushing his as he does. You don’t mind the company but you’d much rather be wallowing in silence and not bringing down the mood of your other companions. 

“You can go back.” It comes out a little colder than you mean it too, but Wyll doesn’t bristle. He just turns his eyes out to the lake. The waters, dark and still in the night, it was hard to tell where the water ended and the night sky started. 

“I know how you feel.” He said softly, pulling a knee up to his chest as he kept his eyes trained out towards the water.

“You can’t possibly know how I feel.” You say softly clenching your fists in your lap, he looked over at you with a smile curving his lips.

“Try me.” He says softly and you tell him because it’s all you have been able to think about. It’s consuming your brain, ending your own life, snuffing it out like a candle. And he

listens, he doesn’t interrupt and when your body is wracked with sobs, he reaches out for you. 

“You know we are here for you.” He says softly into the crown of your head “I am here for you.” His thumb strokes your cheeks gently, smearing the tears away. “You come to me anytime you need me, I’ll listen. Or I’ll talk. I’ll do whatever you need me to do that keeps you here with me, okay?” 

“Okay” You agree softly as he continues cradling you against him. He was warm and grounding, maybe he would be the end of this blinding darkness and numbness.

Dammon

The heat of the forge is inviting as you watch Dammon work the billow, the smell of smoke and iron filling the air. He moves away closer to where you sit on a workbench and he begins hammering away at the piece of armor beside you.

“Have you ever thought of ending things?” You ask Dammon who nearly drops his hammer at your words. His ice blue eyes meet yours in a near panic, how easily you had admitted something so trivial to him. 

“No, no, I haven't, why would you ask me that?” He asks softly, laying down the hammer and removing his gloves laying them down beside your hip. You crack a half smile pretending like you're talking about something funny.

 “You don’t think about those things?” You ask and the genuine concern on his face nearly makes your facade break. Tell him, tell him, he could help you. 

“No, I couldn’t imagine leaving you behind like that.” He said taking your hand in his own rough one, squeezing it “Do you think about things like that?” He asked and you felt a lump in your throat and the confession came out like vomit, rushed and nonsensical, but he got the point.

“I’m sorry Dammon.” You apologized for worrying him with your complex feelings and he swatted your knee gently.

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you told me.” He squeezed your hands in his own, the tactile stimulation grounding you both. “Please, never shut me out. You are a fire that needs to keep burning, even if it needs a little coaxing.” He muttered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

Zevlor

“If it scares you, I can assure you that I am terrified.” You mutter as the older tiefling looks over you in the bed, you know you look awful and you smell bad, but you also don’t seem to care.

“Why would I be scared?” He asks brushing some of your tangled hair out of your face, looking at the tears that make your eyes look glassy.

“Because of this.” You muttered softly, gesturing to yourself, his face softened as he looked at you.

“I see someone who needs help.” He says softly. He helps you from the bed and into the tub, working his lithe fingers through the knots and helping you scrub your skin clean. While you

dry off, he changes your bed sheets and gets you clean night clothes. Some warm food and water and of course something a little sweet to make it a “balanced meal”. Zevlor watches in quiet silence as you tell him everything, the dark thoughts that have swirled around in your mind and how alone you felt. 

“I would like to think that my love is a cure to the darkness inside of you,” He starts as he lays a hand on your knee “But I’m also old enough to know that my love isn’t always enough. No matter how happy you are, those tendrils of darkness still choke out that happiness. But that’s why I carry a sword.” And you can’t help but laugh at him, something warm that makes him smile. 

"For the darkness?" You ask softly

"For the darkness." He answers

[lovelymalleus]

Dr. Ratio with a dense G/N! scholar reader headcanons! - (Honkai: Star Rail)

I feel like it’s obvious where this is gonna go to anyway…

Ratio has literally never met someone so dense and slow in his entire life

You can imagine his reaction when he heard you’re also a scholar despite your slowness

Tbh, the moment he heard you say “The Earth is flat” he already knew he was going to combust by the end of the day

Not only was your logic stupid to him, but so were your questions…

There was literally this one time you asked if chocolate milk actually comes from brown cows with a dead serious look, completely oblivious to the look of absolute disbelief Ratio was sending you.

“You really think chocolate milk comes from brown cows…?”

“It doesn’t?!”

“…”

He lost all hope for you (he never had any in the first place)

It’s like you can be smart at times, but you’re just too lazy…

Yeah, that had to be it…Or how else were you even capable of becoming a scholar? One that was a little less famous than him however, but he wasn’t surprised

There was this one time he tried to tutor you, and it ended with him storming out of the room while you watched cluelessly, confused on what you did wrong

Not even his strictness was enough, you were just flat-out dense. He nearly ripped his own hair out once

You also tended to get pretty distracted, always randomly halting to a stop when you’re with Ratio to watch a butterfly fly past you in awe

Ratio usually had to storm back over and drag you away by your collar. It’s happened more than once, he’s used to it by now, but it’s still annoying when he looks back and you’re not even there

When he notices you’re not behind him anymore is when you go oddly quiet, and your stupid questions suddenly stopped

You’re like a troublemaking child and he’s the stressed parent, except he’s this close to disowning you

Sometimes he doesn’t even know why he bothers to stay around you, but there was just something about how you slowly turn to face him when someone explains something with big words, needing him to clarify it a little less complicated

Aeons…He wouldn’t even be able to stand still if he saw you going up to some other dimwit for their help…He’s practically the only one you’ve got!

But of course, you were oblivious to this, too fixated in your own odd thoughts to notice Ratio’s change in behavior

You had him slowly warming up to you, and you didn’t even have the slightest clue…!

Sorry if Ratio seemed OOC! This idea randomly came to mind, and I just threw in anything I thought of 😭 I might try to make a Jing Yuan story next or just these platonic Ratio hc’s. I might not do the Ratio one tho

[nae24]

Harry Potter imagine #1

You and Harry are friends but you are best friends with Hermione, you never miss a chance to call Harry cute or adorable because well he is.

You guys are all doing homework together

“Oh um Harry?” You asked quietly

“Yes (your name)?” Harry responded

“Do you need any help?” You asked Harry sweetly

“Uh yes do you think you can explain this?” Harry asked

You started to explain it but you briefly stop several times because you got lost in his eyes and you couldn’t stop looking at his lips.

[jessamine-rose]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁Chivalry and Responsibility ݁𖥔 ݁˖

Hi hi, here’s another brainrot of the Fatui as the no#1 shippers of Capitano and his spouse. This can be read as standalone OR connected to my Herbarium series (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

Note:: mention of smut, Fatui shenanigans

A popular sight in Zapolyarny Palace is that of the Captain and his spouse.

It makes sense. Not only is their marriage a surprise to the Fatui, it is also a glimpse into Capitano’s personal life.

What kind of person is his spouse?

What are the Captain’s romantic preferences, judging by his spouse?

What is the Captain like as a lover?

The last question is easily answered by their interactions. A hand on his beloved’s waist, a chaste kiss to their knuckles, his tender manner of speaking, his coat on their shoulders, his slower strides so that they can keep up with him…such is to be expected from the Captain!!

The Fatui always wax poetic about these chivalrous gestures. Most exciting is when they witness Capitano carrying his spouse in his arms, akin to a devoted knight.

Little do they know that this particular gesture has less to do with chivalry and more to do with responsibility.

It’s the least that Capitano could do after…exhausting his beloved with their nightly activities. His spouse can only make themselves comfortable in his arms, lest they be seen with a prominent limp.

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Don't ask me how many Capitano WIPs I have left because there are a lot. When will this guy stop living in my head rent-free ( ´△｀)

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